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Standing near the window looking out with both hands on the phone thats pressed to my ear |
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I lay my forehead against the glass |
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And its cold against my skin |
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The phone rings in my ear again and a machine you comes on and tells me to leave a message and you'll call |
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I run my fingers along the shape of the phone searching out every seem and crevice |
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Looking for the way in |
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I think now that if I try, if I try, if I concentrate hard enough |
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I can change myself into something else |
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Then I'll be able to pour myself into this wire |
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Travel across these lines and find my way to you |
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Or maybe there's another trick, another spell |
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And I could change you |
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And I'd draw you to me |
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Pull you to me |
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Crawl to me |
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Draw you to me |
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Pull you to me |
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Call you to me |
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Crawl to me |
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Draw you to me |
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Pull you to me |
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Call you to me |
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Crawl for me |
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Crawl to me |
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Crawl to me |
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Crawl for me |